Now you see them, now you don't - two tales relived

Once upon a time there was a young lady who turned her car easily into its place at her home, gathered the things she had bought and took two steps toward her house. She stopped. Right there before her, leaning casually on her garage door, was a young girl about 10 years of age. She had blonde hair, wore a white dress that looked like it was made of cotton, with sleeves covering her arms and a flounce swaying softly around her ankles. She had no shoes on.

Our young lady, being of a quiet disposition, was about to say, “Hel...